Freud’s book unpicks the promise of liberation – who enjoys it, who pays the price …The sharp intimacy of the writing is … full of compassion and a profound decency

I devoured it in two sittings, hungrily and impatient for more … A loving tale of mother motherhood through the ages while taking in how badly women have been treated simply for being women. You will weep with happiness and sadness

Hits that tricky sweet spot between commercial and literary fiction … Freud’s darting, impressionistic prose is full of riches

Heart-breaking … Shrewd yet tender, stirring as well as harrowing, it’s a tragic saga that nonetheless keeps the door ajar for redemption

A tender portrait of three women carrying trauma, pain and the emotional weight of their respective relationships … Freud’s prose is bridled and poignant … Devastating

I Couldn’t Love You More is completely, inspiringly wonderful. I read it non-stop through the night, finding myself simultaneously uplifted and wrung out by the emotional power of the story and by its ambitious social and historical range. It couldn’t be better

This is such a powerful book – it unravels a deep tragedy in three miraculously entwined stories, in three different times, mothers and daughters linked by sorrow and love. It’s a gently told story of harsh, harsh events – a mystery story of separation and sorrow that is finally resolved with truth and warmth, but with no punches pulled. It’s a book about shame and the evil men do, but also about strength and the possibility of salvation in the face of one of the great scandals of the last century

This exquisite family saga reads as a love letter between four generations of women. Everything is here; family ghosts, the bond between mothers and daughters, cruelty, endurance, the difficulty of love, and a faith in the possibility of healing – even after years of separation. This tender, elegant book delivers an emotional punch that left me in tears

A new Esther Freud novel is always such a treat and I couldn’t love this one more

Beautiful, moving, wonderful … Let me be the first (but not the last) to say I couldn’t love it more

A memorable read with some lessons to be learned

A beautiful and quietly powerful novel of cruelty, humanity and love

In this fascinating novel, Freud interweaves the stories of a daughter, mother and grandmother to show how past hurts and dreams drip down through generations. The women’s characters and circumstances are beautifully evoked as are their struggles not to be defined by men or convention. Freud knits their plights together to create an utterly readable and compelling narrative

Freud is a consummate novelist. Her research is always thorough (in this one intensely imagined and vividly observed), her characters alive … her story page-turning, complex and emotionally satisfying

I love this book. It feels like the novel Esther Freud has been waiting to write her whole life. The tenderness of the mother-daughter bond, the cruelties and prejudice of old Ireland, the vitality of 1960s London all beautifully realised

I hugely enjoyed it. She is such a compelling writer, so good at evoking atmosphere

A breathtakingly beautiful book, a story of absolutely vivid originality but also one that addresses those fundamental complexities that ripple through human life, transcendent of time and of place and repeated through generations at whatever age

I loved it. I loved its ambition and the dexterity with which it was done, it’s poignancy and truth. I hope it does brilliantly

Freud is a modern literary rarity: a born storyteller, poetic but never overwrought; thoughtful but never showy

As close to a perfect novel as anything I’ve read in a long time

Full of pitch-perfect observation, spiced with wry humour

You know how it is when a writer draws into a place and you begin to feel it is more substantial than the one around you? That is how this book was for me. I truly loved it

In a culture which dins with brashness and self-advertisement, attending to Esther Freud’s still, truthful voice becomes not only a pleasure but a necessity

A highly talented writer

A superbly gifted writer … Freud creates relationships so fraught and delicate that at times the characters can hardly bear to examine them … She explores them with a dazzling clarity that reveals her true, writer’s calling

A consummate novelist … Intensely imagined and vividly observed … Page-turning, complex and emotionally satisfying

Every bit as much as a whodunnit or a thriller, but with no genre clichés or conventions to obey, just the emotional logic of the book. Which is heart-rending and devastating and wonderful and uniquely gripping. And on the micro level, the quality of the writing – the words, the sentences – is flawlessly good

A powerful meditation on love and betrayal, motherhood, human vulnerability and resilience, secrets, disappointment and loss

Freud takes a kaleidoscopic approach to storytelling, shifting time frames and points of view … Freud brings empathy to the story, her own mother having escaped this fate

A crafted novel, made with great skill and attention … We know we’re alive because of the stories we tell each other, and the things we make, and the people we love, and that’s all we ever get. Freud knows that, and it is good in this bleak year to be reminded

Stirring and nostalgic at moments, visceral and propulsive at others, I Couldn’t Love You More is a sweeping, multi-generational story that offers a tender and candid portrait of love, motherhood and the enduring ties of family

A spellbinding novel of three women connected across a century by love, betrayal, secrets and motherhood … Prepare to be moved

I hugely admire her writing

A heartbreaking and tenderly wrought novel that sheds light on the Catholic Church’s incarceration of unwed pregnant women

Mothers, daughters, art, addiction and failure are recurring themes in this beautiful and heartbreaking new family saga

I Couldn’t Love You More is suffused with such yearning and regret that it is heartbreaking